Victoria’s POV
I sat at my vanity longer than I meant to, staring at nothing in particular, replaying the sight of Amelia’s face crumbling in on itself the moment I closed the distance between us. I told myself I didn’t feel anything about it. Guilt was a luxury I’d stopped affording myself a long time ago, somewhere around my second marriage, when I’d learned that softness only ever got exploited by people who claimed to love you.
I glanced toward the window and noticed the lights outside had thinned considerably, the pool deck emptier than it had been an hour ago, cars pulling away from the front of the building one after another. The party was ending. Good. I’d had enough performing for one night, enough smiling at men whose n
